Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stetsasonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.